Not your typical game...

[Mitzi Robinson]

It was a Saturday, and no school was playing today. That ment they had the field to themselves. Motzi kicked the ball to Mimi and she traveled dowfield towards her other teammates, her cousins Sahra and Jenniene. Jennine took the ball from her, but was tripped, on purpose by her elder sister, and oppenant, Karen.

Jenniene hit the groud, reciving a face full of mud, and a runined white tee shirt while Karen sped off with the ball.

Mitzi jogged over, chocolate hair in a lock, while her green eyes looked down upon her fallen prima, as she outstretched a hand. It was white against pink, the elusive 'It' girls against the 'Girls' fof P.S. So far? 'It' won, 5-4.

Not fair as that last goal was illegal, but when did the 'it clique' play with in the rules? Black and white Adidias cleats were in the mud, while black soccer shorts were on her body, as the loosing team made they're way to the bench, round one in the three game tournament was up, and Jenniene was down, and injured.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she tossed on a clean white shirt and tossed one to her team mates, after applying deodarant and the needed wipe down with a clean towel. She then got out the water and powerade. The girls played a mean game, all of them.

The team mate and the teams? Pink was Metsi, Matsi, Harrina, Karen and the goalee Jaynice. White were the able Motsi, Mitzi, Sahra, and now thanks to the injury Rosaena. Mutzi was the ref. Unless someone showed up, they forfitted the game.

Never would they surrender to the Dreamville Preps. Never.

[Lani Booking]

Lani walked towards the field, her ponytail swinging behind her. Only a single lock of straight dark brown hair was out of place, and it framed her face perfectly. She looked good for only spending 5 minutes getting ready. She had on a fitted black t-shirt that labeled her an 'It' girl, and black soccer shorts. Black cleats dug into the grass as she walked. The pink detailing matching her shirt perfectly. She saw her team score a goal, and the 'Girls' helping one of their team mates to a bench.

She walked over to Metsi. "So what's the score?" Lani asked. She didn't expect to play, she was there to sit and watch. Sub in if she was needed.

The 'Girls' looked tired, and Jennine looked injured. "I should have figured as much." Lani said half-grinning.

[Kimmi Buttuh]

Smoke curled out of plump lips and into the air. Kimmi had heard that the 'Girls' from PS 17 were playing against the 'It' clique from Dreamville Private. She was ready to play. She wanted the 'It' girls to lose horribly. She walked over to where the other girls were sitting, a slight swing in her hips. She always walked like that. She didn't do that in front of the boys She had on white cleats that still had grass stains on the side from last time she used them. A strap of a black thong stuck out just barley above black pajama shorts. Her black sports bra showed underneath a white tank top. Kimmi put the cigarette to her mouth, and took a drag. She felt the smoke fill her lungs, and she slowly let it out. She let out everything, as she felt the smoke brush by her lips and out into the open air. She dropped the butt, and dug her heel into it. She dropped a small jean purse near where the water and Gatorade was.

"What's the score?" She asked, and then she noticed Jenniene. She opened her bag, and pulled out a cigarette and her clear blue lighter. She gestured the hand with the lighter at her, "What happened to her?" She asked before lighting the cigarette. She took a long drag, and blew the smoke out of her lungs.

[Mitzi Robinson]

"Jenniene is hurt and if we don't get another player... we forfit." Mitzi said, while Metzi re did her perfect ponytail. "Get over in baby sister. You went to a ... public school. You can't beat us. We're so much better... live with it." Metzi said, and the It Clique laughed, all together, then started chatting.

Mitzi threw her towel down. "We need another friggin player....."

[Kimmi Buttuh]

Kimmi thought for a moment while she took a drag. "I'll play. There's no way that our school is losing to the It girls," Kimmi said with evident disgust. "So are you ready or not?" Glaring daggers at Metzi she took a hit. 'She is such a preppy bitch.' she thought viciously. She hated her even if she liked her sister, oh well though.